"As the evening sun set oer Jerusalem, Satan's forces celebrated victory. But thier laughter turned to fear, thier celebration to fright, after what they saw in the morning light.
They saw angels robed in white, the stone rolled away. Grave clothes neatly folded in the place where Jesus lay. Satan knew it was all over, and he had lost the fight... after what he saw in the morning light.
Her eyes were swollen from all the tears she'd cried. She wondered if her broken heart would ever mend. But as she looked into the tomb, faith gave way to sight, after what Mary saw in the morning light...
She saw angels robed in white, the stone rolled away. Grave clothes neatly folded in the place where Jesus lay... Mary knew it was all over, everything would be alright...
After what she saw in the morning light."
Thankful for only an empty tomb to be seen "in the morning light" of this Lord's day! Praise God, our Savior lives, and so can we!
Like that old song says... "And life is worth a living, just because He lives!"
He lives!
Tawney Rae
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
I Have Come By The Way Of The Cross
"Condemned to die on a cross for crimes he had done; he was guilty, everyone could see... But his destiny was changed as he looked at Christ and said, 'When your kingdom comes, remember me'...
In paradise that day he stood, just like the Lord had said he would; surrounded by those who had gone before. One said, 'Friend, how did you come? What are the deeds you have done?' With tears in his eyes, I can hear him reply,
'There are no merits to my name, no works that I can claim. He who brought me here told me to say...'
I have come by the way of the Cross, I have come by the way of the Cross... It is nothing I have done, it's the suffering of God's Son; I have come by the way of the Cross....
I had nothing to claim but my guilt and my shame; hopelessly lost, I could not find my way... till His glorious light of Love shone down on me; His mercy washed all my sins away...
And what He did for me that day is a price I know He paid; by His grace I too can say...
I have come by the way of the Cross, I have come by the way of the Cross... It is nothing I have done, it's the suffering of God's Son; I have come by the way of the Cross,....
I see millions gathered 'round the throne from every kindred and tongue; those redeemed by the blood of the Lamb... As they cast thier crowns down at His feet, this will be thier story, this will be thier song,...
We have come by the way of the Cross, we have come by the way of the Cross... It is nothing I have done, it's the suffering of God's Son! I have come by the way, oh, come by the way... We have come by the way... of the Cross..."
With it being the time around the Lord's Supper, Black Friday, and Resurrection Sunday, the words of this song have been in mind a lot. I have come by the way of the Cross, it is true; and so undeserving of His blood and great Love. It is nothing I have done, it is only by His suffering I am healed. Yet, "all we like sheep have gone astray, and the LORD hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all." Thank you, Lord, for the Cross.
Love,
Tawney Rae
In paradise that day he stood, just like the Lord had said he would; surrounded by those who had gone before. One said, 'Friend, how did you come? What are the deeds you have done?' With tears in his eyes, I can hear him reply,
'There are no merits to my name, no works that I can claim. He who brought me here told me to say...'
I have come by the way of the Cross, I have come by the way of the Cross... It is nothing I have done, it's the suffering of God's Son; I have come by the way of the Cross....
I had nothing to claim but my guilt and my shame; hopelessly lost, I could not find my way... till His glorious light of Love shone down on me; His mercy washed all my sins away...
And what He did for me that day is a price I know He paid; by His grace I too can say...
I have come by the way of the Cross, I have come by the way of the Cross... It is nothing I have done, it's the suffering of God's Son; I have come by the way of the Cross,....
I see millions gathered 'round the throne from every kindred and tongue; those redeemed by the blood of the Lamb... As they cast thier crowns down at His feet, this will be thier story, this will be thier song,...
We have come by the way of the Cross, we have come by the way of the Cross... It is nothing I have done, it's the suffering of God's Son! I have come by the way, oh, come by the way... We have come by the way... of the Cross..."
With it being the time around the Lord's Supper, Black Friday, and Resurrection Sunday, the words of this song have been in mind a lot. I have come by the way of the Cross, it is true; and so undeserving of His blood and great Love. It is nothing I have done, it is only by His suffering I am healed. Yet, "all we like sheep have gone astray, and the LORD hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all." Thank you, Lord, for the Cross.
Love,
Tawney Rae
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
There Is A Fountian Filled With Blood
Hello everyone,
Some musings...
I went to Church tonight and partook of the Lord's Table. It was a beautiful time of remembering His sacrifice, and has helped me to examine my heart more this last month. The Lord has been working on me a lot lately, and now I only hope I can pray with the same heart as our Savior did that night, "Not my will, but THINE be done." He yielded everything. His was a consecrated life. I think that is what I have seen the most from our Savior in this time this year. I pray I too can say...
"Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee."
Wash it in Thy blood, and use it for Thee.
"There is a fountian filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins, and sinner's plunged beneath that flood lose all thier guilty stains...
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountian in his day; and there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away...
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose it's power, till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more...
E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, REDEEMING LOVE has been my theme, and SHALL BE TILL I DIE!!!
Then in a nobler, sweeter tongue, I'll sing Thy power to save; when this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave...
There is a fountian filled with Blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins... and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose ALL thier stains."
Was singing this all day, and then we sang it in Church tonight. Thank You, Jesus.
"...And such were some of you, but ye are WASHED, but ye are SANCTIFIED, be ye are JUSTIFIED in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God." -1 Cor.6:11
Praise God for the Blood!
Love,
Tawney Rae
Some musings...
I went to Church tonight and partook of the Lord's Table. It was a beautiful time of remembering His sacrifice, and has helped me to examine my heart more this last month. The Lord has been working on me a lot lately, and now I only hope I can pray with the same heart as our Savior did that night, "Not my will, but THINE be done." He yielded everything. His was a consecrated life. I think that is what I have seen the most from our Savior in this time this year. I pray I too can say...
"Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee."
Wash it in Thy blood, and use it for Thee.
"There is a fountian filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins, and sinner's plunged beneath that flood lose all thier guilty stains...
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountian in his day; and there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away...
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose it's power, till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more...
E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, REDEEMING LOVE has been my theme, and SHALL BE TILL I DIE!!!
Then in a nobler, sweeter tongue, I'll sing Thy power to save; when this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave...
There is a fountian filled with Blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins... and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose ALL thier stains."
Was singing this all day, and then we sang it in Church tonight. Thank You, Jesus.
"...And such were some of you, but ye are WASHED, but ye are SANCTIFIED, be ye are JUSTIFIED in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God." -1 Cor.6:11
Praise God for the Blood!
Love,
Tawney Rae
Sunday, April 1, 2012
PRAISE
"PRAISE ye the LORD. SING unto the LORD a new song, and his praise in the congregation of the saints.
Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be JOYFUL in thier King.
Let them PRAISE HIS NAME in the DANCE: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.
For the LORD TAKETH PLEASURE IN HIS PEOPLE: he will BEAUTIFY the MEEK with SALVATION.
Let the saints be JOYFUL in glory: let them SING ALOUD upon thier beds.
LET THE HIGH PRAISES OF GOD BE IN THIER MOUTH, and a two-edged SWORD IN THIER HAND; to execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; To bind thier kings with chains, and thier nobles with fetters of iron; To execute judgement written: THIS HONOUR HAVE ALL HIS SAINTS. PRAISE YE THE LORD.
PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power.
Praise him for his MIGHTY ACTS: PRAISE HIM ACCORDING TO HIS EXCELLENT GREATNESS.
Praise him with the sound of the TRUMPET: praise him with the PSALTERY and HARP.
Praise him with the TIMBREL and DANCE: praise him with STRINGED INSTRUMENTS and ORGANS.
Praise him upon the LOUD CYMBALS: praise him upon the HIGH SOUNDING CYMBALS.
LET EVERYTHING THAT HATH BREATH PRAISE THE LORD.
PRAISE YE THE LORD."
Psalm 149 & 150.
Love,
Tawney Rae
Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be JOYFUL in thier King.
Let them PRAISE HIS NAME in the DANCE: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.
For the LORD TAKETH PLEASURE IN HIS PEOPLE: he will BEAUTIFY the MEEK with SALVATION.
Let the saints be JOYFUL in glory: let them SING ALOUD upon thier beds.
LET THE HIGH PRAISES OF GOD BE IN THIER MOUTH, and a two-edged SWORD IN THIER HAND; to execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; To bind thier kings with chains, and thier nobles with fetters of iron; To execute judgement written: THIS HONOUR HAVE ALL HIS SAINTS. PRAISE YE THE LORD.
PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power.
Praise him for his MIGHTY ACTS: PRAISE HIM ACCORDING TO HIS EXCELLENT GREATNESS.
Praise him with the sound of the TRUMPET: praise him with the PSALTERY and HARP.
Praise him with the TIMBREL and DANCE: praise him with STRINGED INSTRUMENTS and ORGANS.
Praise him upon the LOUD CYMBALS: praise him upon the HIGH SOUNDING CYMBALS.
LET EVERYTHING THAT HATH BREATH PRAISE THE LORD.
PRAISE YE THE LORD."
Psalm 149 & 150.
Love,
Tawney Rae
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